You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I’m not smart
You wrap you thoughts in works of art
And they’re hanging on the walls of my heart

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I’m yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I’m quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I’m yours

This is a really nice song by The Script.

Disclaimer: Not a good song if you’re feeling emotional. May cause floods.

It seems like a time for change and a new beginning. I’m taking on the challenge of changing the most difficult of all - my temper and bad mood swings.  There are times when I go crazy, I can’t change with the snap of my fingers- But I’m trying. I’m trying to be a more cheerful person. There are times when I’m really horrible and unreasonable-I know- That’s when I need you  to come in and tell me that I’ve stepped over the line.  There are also bad days when I break down but it would be nice if I could have your understanding and tell me it’s ok.

I make many mistakes, and bad decisions. I’m probably 1example of a helluva bad person. But I learn, I make amends and I need you to tell me :’Hey, it’s ok, I forgive you.’

I’m sure some of you will think : You? Change? Yeah right. whatever, you’re just saying.

Give me a chance, let me in, let me in…

A few quotes by Paulo Coelho to end this post with:

“The wise are wise only because they love. The fool are fools only because they think they can understand love.”

“One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.”

“The power of storytelling is exactly this: to bridge the gaps where everything else has crumbled.”

“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are.”

“When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”

” … I simply accept that technology is stronger and more powerful than me: it works when it wants to, and when it doesn’t its best to go for a walk, and just wait until the cables and telephone links are in a better mood and the computer decides to work again. I am not, I have discovered, my computers master: it has a life of its own.”

“Every human being should keep alive within them the sacred flame of madness, but should behave as a normal person.”